PARADELLE FOR MORNING (For Billy Collins)

Wait, and listen to the air's weighty anticipation.
Wait, and listen to the air's weighty anticipation.
You are like a transparent apple, fallen in rhythm.
You are like a transparent apple, fallen in rhythm.
Like weighty airs to the apple, you listen in a fallen
rhythm, wait, and are transparent anticipation.

Birdcalls beckon something, then announce your return.
Birdcalls beckon something, then announce your return.
A basket woven inwardly, I recieved in morning.
A basket woven inwardly, I recieved in morning.
Receive a woven basket. I beckon your return inwardly,
then announce morning, something in birdcalls.

This script for touch shivers like coldness or fear.
This script for touch shivers like coldness or fear.
It is the thin skin of apple, a clear yellow glowing.
It is the thin skin of apple, a clear yellow glowing.
Glowing or thin, the apple skin is like a clear script.
It shivers fear yellow for this coldness of touch.
A clear script for rhythm, your birdcalls
are a weighty listen inwardly, something like fear.
You wait, or return in like anticipation of air's coldness,
then beckon, and recieve it. The yellow transparent apple,
fallen in a morning basket. Touch is glowing apple
shivers. I announce this to the thin woven skin.


Camille C. Patty